Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.